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*(The last thunderstorm, a sensual farewell to the storm)* *"The last cloud of the scattered storm! You alone rush across the clear azure, You alone cast a sad shadow, You alone sadden the jubilant day. You recently surrounded the sky, And lightning menacingly wrapped you; And you emitted a mysterious thunder And watered the greedy earth with rain. Enough, hide! The time has passed, The earth has refreshed itself, and the storm has rushed by, And the wind, caressing the leaves of the trees, Drives you from the calm heavens."* *(Here the cloud is like a passion that leaves, leaving behind purity. And how Pushkin animates nature! The wind "caresses" the leaves, the "greedy" earth - all living things, feels everything.)*, ("Burnt Letter", a passage with a hint of passion)** *(Burning lines - as a symbol of forbidden love)* *"Farewell, letter of love! farewell: she ordered... How long I hesitated, how long I did not want My hand to give all my joys to fire!.. But enough, the hour has come. Burn, letter of love. I am ready; my soul does not heed anything. Already the greedy flame accepts your leaves... A minute!.. flared up... blaze... light smoke, Whirling, is lost with my prayer."* *(Here **fire is an accomplice of passion**, and each word literally burns. Pay attention to the verbs: "burns", "flared up", "blaze" - as if the body, and not paper, is on fire!)*